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THE WORDS. Old England is a glorious land, Eenown'd in song and. story; The sun that sets not on her strand Shines brightly on her glory. And sympathy the strong and brave Must feel for every free land; / A helping hand across the wave She '11 lend to far New Zealand. THE LETTERS. Onions she'll send with tearful glance (Of Love affecting token), And mountain Mew shall make ye dance Like witches that on broomsticks prance To meet on Erz of Brocken! And graceful Nonsense, grave or gay, To pass the merry Gala day; Of Lovel's fate the tragic lay, And tale of battle, ghost, or fay, Sweet,, whether sung or spoken. And English hearts are with us now While wandering 'neath th' Acacia bough, In moonlight, memory-haunted, Or in the shade of giant oak (Exempt as yet from dock-yard stroke) By some grim Norman planted: And when in halls with holly dight, Where youthful eyes, as Diamonds bright, Run o'er for very gladness: The ponderous yule-log as it burns Our vacant places shows, and turns Their mirth to musing sadness.
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Lyttelton Times, Volume VIII, Issue 514, 7 October 1857, Page 3
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182SOLUTION. Lyttelton Times, Volume VIII, Issue 514, 7 October 1857, Page 3
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